Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
By the ti Lu Ming was thrown out of the alley like a piece of tattered cloth once again, he was already gasping for breath.
It was only the next morning, when a street cleaner saw him, that he was roused from unconsciousness.
Lu Ming woke up with a splitting headache, and the exhaustion from last night’s drunkenness and the relentless beating felt like surging waves crashing over him.
He slowly climbed to his feet, but a sharp, tearing pain radiated from his lower body, causing him to lose his balance and fall back to the ground.
His pants were soaked with blood, and he turned pale at the sight of the dark, dried bloodstains on them.
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